On the west side of Downshire is Eastchapel, a quiet medieval village
living in the shadow of its noisy neighbour, the Industrial powerhouse of
Northchapel and its where Mike Oliver and his fuck buddy local vet Sue Mazzone lived, and Mike was getting ready to go away for a
dirty weekend with Sue.
They had already spent one dirty night at a
Hotel in London.
“Right let’s get packed” Mike said and got
up even though Sue really wanted to fuck again but getting packed distracted
her sufficiently and half an hour later they were in a taxi and an hour after
that they were on the Eurostar.
Once they had disembarked at Gare du Nord, they made their way quickly
to the taxi rank and joined the queue.
Mike always thought it was a strange feeling getting into a taxi in a
foreign country, not knowing your way around and not knowing the language.
In Paris it was even stranger because the cabby doesn’t know his way
around the city, and he can’t speak the language either.
There is nothing quite as disconcerting as getting into a taxi and the
drivers first act after you’ve given him the address is to immediately reach
for an A to Z like they did the first time he crossed the channel at least in
the 21st century they had satnavs.
That said the driver seemed to quickly plan his route and get them on
their way and they arrived promptly at the Hilton Hotel and Sue disembarked
open mouthed.
“Like it?”
“Very much” she replied “Now let’s get inside so I can get your balls wet”
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